Danny's drowsy eyes opened and he saw the ceiling of his living room. For a second he blanked. Where was he? Then he looked down his naked body to see he was lying on the floor of his living room, in the small space between the coffee table and sofa, with his naked colleague curled up next to him. They were spooning. Mindy's back was pressed against his, and her long hair, now wild and unruly, and a cool sweat adhered them together. Her full backside - achingly full and so much more rounded and voluptuous uncovered - was brushing against him. He pulled her by the thighs roughly into him, so she could feel him. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Danny?"
With his muscular arms he kept her from moving, and kissed the back of her head. He arm slung over her soft arms and cupped her generous breasts. They seemed to spill out of his hands.
How had they come to be in this position? How had a friendly visit to pick up a pan ended in a post-coital jumble of limbs on the floor of his living room?
Oh yeah. He had lost control.
Danny unlocked his apartment door and Mindy spilled in. He gazed at her, the way she was 100% comfortable there. He imagined her there most nights, in nothing but a pair of socks, walking around his kitchen with confidence and an easy grin. As she was now, fully clothed. "Why are you so quiet, today?" she asked him. "I feel like I'm doing all the talking!"
He grinned at that. "Then shouldn't you be thanking me? You love it when you do all the talking." She swatted at him.
The pan was easy to find and she was so grateful. "Can I just show you this recipe I wrote down from online? For pancakes? I want to get them right for Cliff." Mindy put on her glasses and took out the handwritten recipe from her purse.
Something about the earnest way she was looking at the recipe or the way she put on her glasses made something in Danny snap. She wanted to badly to impress this guy, this Cliff. Cliff who had been Danny's friend, not hers. Danny felt a surge of jealousy. She should be trying to impress him, not Cliff.
A shadow cast over his face. Mindy looked up at him. "Danny, is everything okay?" Misinterpreting his look, she said. "Did I not thank you for the pan? It was so sweet of you to lend it to me. I swear I'll take good care of it."
Danny ignored her. He took out a small tumbler and poured himself some whiskey.
Mindy bristled. "A little early for that, isn't it?" Danny ignored her and instead, slowly looked her up and down, unabashedly checking her out. She was wearing a fitted button down shirt, tucked into a bright red fitted skirt. It hugged every curve. A small belt accentuated her waist. Her heels were very high, and yet he still towered over her. Mindy folded her arms, aware of Danny ogling her.
"Danny. Why are you looking at me like that?" There was a waver in her voice.
"You excited to make breakfast for Cliff?" he asked. She brightened.
"Yes, very." She said. "I can't tell if I should try to make orange juice myself or buy it from the-"
Danny took a few steps closer to her, where she stood by the kitchen counter. "You going to sneak out of bed in the morning and make him breakfast? Then bring it to him, like breakfast in bed?" he asked.
Mindy's face fell a little, surprised by inappropriateness of Danny's question. What was he doing? However, she rolled with it. She stood up straight. "Maybe. Yes, probably."
Danny grinned at this. Mindy was a big girl, wasn't she? Not going to be thrown by her colleagues impertinent questions. Mindy pushed up her glasses nervously. The act had always made Danny crazy with desire - it was so vulnerable, and she looked like a school girl.
He stepped closer to her, now only a few inches away. Mindy could smell the whiskey on him. Danny brought his black eyes to her light brown ones and did not look away. He took a long sip of his whiskey.
"So, you're going to invite Cliff over. Let spend the night with you. In your bed with you. First."
Mindy looked shocked. But she didn't flinch or step away. "Yes, Danny. Cliff is my boyfriend. He spends the night." Mindy sensed Danny wanted to start something and it bothered her, but she was more curious than offended. Danny stepped even closer, squared off in front of her, their abdomens brushing against each others. Again, she did not move.
"I bet he loves to take your clothes off quickly. You try to slow him down, get him to unwrap you like a gift, compliment your expensive lingerie, but he wants to see whats underneath all this." Danny gestured with his left hand, never letting his eyes move. "I knew that the first time I saw Cliff look at you. The way his eyes ravished you, even when you were in scrubs and a lab coat. You probably never noticed it."
Mindy shook her head, no.
Danny continued. "And then, after he takes off his clothes, and the obligatory kissing - because he knows you're a romantic and some amount of that is necessary to have you be on board for what he has planned..."Mindy's eyes widen. Danny sips again. "after he does that, he knows just how he wants to position you, to take you. It's not the romantic way, it's not the gentlemanly way. You want to face him and kiss him when you make love, have him move slowly and be gentle, like a man and wife. But he has another plan in mind."
Mindy bit her lip. She looked a little scared. "Danny." she whispered. God, her voice turned him on. Especially when she was like this, a little tentative. He can't help but look at her like prey. He steps towards her, never letting there be a space between them. Her chest was heaving in a way that showed Danny she was excited by this. Soon they were pressed against the door of Danny's fridge.
"No, Cliff has his own ideas of what to do. He doesnt want to make love to Mindy Lahiri at all. He wants to flip you around and put you on your hands and knees. Face you away from him, so he see this." Danny snaked his hand around Mindy and gripped her behind. She squeaked. She looked surprised but jutted her chest towards him.
"Yes." she nodded, in a small voice.
"And then he likes to grab a thick handful of that luscious black hair in his hands, and hold it tightly, snapping your head back. He reaches around you so he hold those beautiful, large breasts dangling helplessly in front, and you gasp for him, begging of him to take you."
Now Danny was pressed against Mindy. Just as she had after the dance. When she hugged him. One of his hands gripped her backside so hard. the other put down his glass and caressed her cheek.
"And slides your legs apart, yanks you by the hair, so you arch your back. And then, he plunges in you so hard you can't help but cry out again." Now Danny was grinding up on her. Mindy parted her lips and inched her legs apart. He placed he caressing hand forcefully on her jawline, tracing her lips with his thumb. He then opened her lips and slid two fingers in her wet mouth. Mindy's breathing was labored now. He could feel her hard nipples, even through her bra and shirt and cardigan.
As she sucked on his fingers, Danny could not believe how turned on he was. He was being so disrespectful to his friend, his friend with a boyfriend, no less, but here she was, somewhat a party to it. He felt he needed to go on. The image of Cliff riding her in his mind was too hot for him to stop talking about. It tortured him and was unbearable, but saying it aloud to her as he grinded against her was somehow worth it.
"Go on, damn you." Mindy whispered in a husky voice. She slid her legs apart, one of her thighs wrapped around Danny's hip. He continued to let her suck on his fingers.
"And as he slams into you over, and over, you beg him to be gentle but he won't. He is having too much fun. You feel the full weight of this man, this handsome and tall lawyer, this Prince Charming that swept you off your feet, who turned out to be nothing but a grunting animal using you for sex. Can you imagine this sight? This strong, confident, powerful doctor, reduced to nothing but an animal that gives pleasure. Your face pressed into the pillow as Cliff uses you. You're so embarrassed how suited you are to this, and how much you love it. You are the princess of our office, treated like a queen and a "friend" - Danny spits the word out, "but nothing but a servant to his lust. Making you so sore you don't know if you will be able to walk normally the next day."
Mindy was unbuckling Danny's pants now.
When Cliff first started asking about Mindy, all those months ago, it was clear that his attraction had been entirely sexual. Though Mindy would flirt with him and try to be witty and clever, she had no idea that Cliff could really careless about her intellect. He remarked to Danny and Peter many times about how they could work with a girl whose body looked like it was meant to give pleasure. Peter had laughed about it, but Danny had been haunted by it. This man swooping in, and having his fantasies fulfilled so easily but this eager girl. He was so jealous sometimes, it was all he could think about late at night, before he went to bed. Thinking of them fueled so many confusing, angry, incredibly arousing nights. Danny hated it, but he loved it too.
Danny was shaked out of his thoughts by Mindy slapping him across the face. It stung. Furious, He lunged down to kiss her swollen lips but she pushed his face away. He noticed her hand had slipped down into her panties. The sight was the hottest thing he had ever seen. "Go on."She hissed, her eyes boring up into his.
"What else do you want to hear, you brat?" He said, angrily biting and kissing the side of her neck, as she would not allow her to kiss her lips. "That you writhe under him, pushing back on him and bouncing like a slut under him? Because you love it so much? You love it so much you don't make him use protection."
She slaps Danny again, harder than the first time. This time he is quicker and grabs her hand. Before she can push him off, he kisses her brutally. Mindy responds in full, her other hand driving under his shirt and scratching at him, pulling him closer.
"You brat." Danny says again. "That's how he treats you, this boyfriend of yours?" Danny hisses the words as they kiss. He taunts her and feels Mindy furiously pulling down his underwear and pants.
"Yes." Mindy says. "He does. I let Cliff do that because he had the guts to make a move on me. He had the guts and manly confidence to tell me how he feels. So yes, Danny, I let him come over, come into my bedroom, take off all my clothes and do all those things to me. Those things I love so much. Those things you only wish you could do to me, here late at night, lonely in your cold bed. And I love it. He does all those things you described." Danny does not think he has ever been so turned on in his life. She continues. "and more, Danny. So much more."
He almost passes out.